Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tis better using France than trusting France; Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas, Which He hath given for… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite, Encompassed with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, for we Have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of hers… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most loved, despised! Thee and thy virtues here I seize… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Now the time is come, That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver Our puissance into the hand of God, Putting it straight in expedition. Cheerly to sea;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
![“in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd And left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King of France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the…” quote by William Shakespeare](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/ec7/william-shakespeare-4_band_in-that-small-time-most-greatly-lived-th_1297720.jpg)
